Chapter 10
Jenny stared at the door for a moment before turning her attention back to the room. She clearly would be unable to escape through the doorway until someone unlocked it again. Glancing around her Jenny made out the large windows at the other end of the room, between the dresser and her bed.
Walking briskly over to the window she glanced down. From what she could make out she was on the third floor. Pressing her face against a glace pane Jenny determined it would be too far to climb. There were no vines, nothing on which Jenny could grab a hold of to climb down. What if she used sheets? Examining the windows more closely Jenny couldn’t believe she had not noticed earlier. None of the windows opened. Where she had expected to see at least a lever with which to prop open the window, there was nothing. Clearly there used to be a lever but it had obviously been removed. The windows clearly looked like they had been sealed shut, whether by some sort of industrial glue or by nails, Jenny couldn’t determine. Clearly someone had been planning for her arrival. Her position did appear quite strategic; sealing the windows and choosing a third floor room so she couldn’t jump to safety and locking her in so she couldn’t escape through the house. The reality of her situation was beginning to dawn on Jenny. Never before had she felt this truly alone. Before now she had at least been surrounded by people or been moving i.e. with the Mafia, but now she was by herself, in a foreign country where even the maids couldn’t understand a word she said. No one could help. No one would help.
Tears began to cascade down her face. There was no escape.
Allowing herself to sink to the ground, wedged in a corner between the bed and the windows the tears continued to fall from her eyes in torrents. She had not cried since the death of her parents in the car crash, if it was really a car crash and now, years’ worth of tears were making their way down her face. She began to feel extremely fatigued.
Jenny’s stomach growled. When was the last time she had eaten? She couldn’t remember. The Mafia had taken her from her house in the afternoon and she had skipped breakfast in favour of sleeping in and was just about to go downstairs and make lunch when the Mafia arrived. It must have been two days, if not three for she didn’t know how long they had been travelling. She had clearly been lied to. It took longer than 13 hours to reach France from her state, were these people so twisted that they would try and screw up her sense of time and make her truly disorientated?; judging by the blindfold on the drive from the airport that was clearly their aim all along.
Jenny crawled over to the door and breathing a shaky breath began to talk through the door. “Is anyone there?” There was no reply. Her volume was rising and her voice was cracking, refusing her every attempt to keep it steady. “Please! Let . Me. Out!” she pleaded. It was obvious now through her tone that she was crying but still no one came through the door. She banged on the door for at least an hour before giving up and crawling back into the corner between the four poster bed and the windows.
Jenny was giving up home of escape, at least for the time being. The adrenaline was now wearing off leaving Jenny feeling a little delirious. It felt as though her body was vibrating and her eyes were trying hard to close. Jenny fought the inevitable. Whether it was due to having not eaten or drunk anything for perhaps two or three days, the effects of the drug they had injected her with at the airport, the last of her energy expended through her tears or all three, Jenny didn’t know; all she knew was that she was slowly drifting out of consciousness.
Jenny’s body slumped to the floor, blackness overtook her. She had finally fallen into unconsciousness.
Edward’s POV
Edward strode down the hallway towards Alyssa’s room. He arrived outside the shiny white door and turning the key in the lock, flung open the door.
Glancing around, he couldn’t see her anywhere. She couldn’t have escaped, he made sure her room was escape proof, for goodness sake; he even went to the extreme of having her windows nailed shut – on the third floor!
He walked towards the bathroom and poked his head in. She wasn’t there.
Walking back into the room, he noticed a figure slumped in the corner between the bed and the windows. Walking over to her slight figure he picked her up and moved her to the bed.
She failed to wake up. Edward wondered how long it had been since she had eaten. He shook her shoulders gently, then more forcefully, still she did not stir.
He leant over her and putting two fingers against her throat, checked her pulse. It was weak; Too weak. Deciding she desperately needed some sleep he let her take some much needed rest, tucked her in and sent for the maid.
Meeting Claudette outside the room he asked her to sit with Alyssa until she awoke and when she did to call him. He watched as Claudette entered the room and closed the door softly behind herself.
Turning on his heels, Edward strode down the corridor and down the stairs.
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